This looks like a couple guys on their way out for a run. Or just after a run -- we're so fit and we didn't sweat so it's extremely hard to tell from a picture.
This was *supposed* to be a picture of the great Shelby vs. Samir lawn-mowing race. At least that's what we planned last night. In the course of hanging out at our place yesterday we showed Samir around and I made apologies for the somewhat uncut state of the lawn. Since I'm feeling poor I fired the lawn service guys and am doing it myself. So I'm a little sensitive about how the lawn looks and in the course of my long recitation of apologies I might have over-done it because Samir offered to mow the law for me on Sunday. Ha! No, I wasn't going have that. But he persisted and persisted and so finally I said, OK, we could do it together. Dueling mowers!! So I called up Kurt and begged a second mower for the morning and we figured out that to get done in time for brunch we'd have to start at 7:30a. So we hit the hay early.
But then in the morning I got to thinking. Um. What about the neighbors? I went outside at 7ish and walked around trying to calculate the potential ill-will a lawn-mower race would generate at that time of day and I noticed that my shoes were soaked -- the long grass was sopping wet. Double-blast!
So we postponed the lawn-duel and decided to go running in Ft. Ward Park instead. Samir had preached a sermon the day before where the golden rule figured in heavily, so he understood the don't-wake-the-neighbors line of reasoning. But I couldn't resist telling him the story about the time I made a stupid dare with myself to ride to the foothills of Atlas mountains when I lived in Marrakech, and I got home at 11p dead tired only to find a crazy Moroccan wedding taking place in the courtyard of my apartment building with all the dancing and hooting and music and smashing of bottles and general mayhem.. And of course this was a 48hr wedding party so when I had enough energy back at 4a to actually wake up I just remember laying in bed and listening to the same damn song over and over again.. I can still hum that song.
So yeah, ixnay on the lawn-dueling at the crack of Sunday dawn.
2 comments:
Good decision. Great post.
Sunday mowing at any time could be questioned by some would be saints. Not unlike how we dislike that kind of thing on Sabbath.
The only thing wrong with the golden rule is not enough people know it or give a damn.
But that doesn't make it any less appropriate.
Wonderful to see Samir there with you...running is good...a lawn can be mowed another time.
Speaking of Morocco...are you ever going back? I would like to visit that country. Someday you could do a family tour of the place...show us your old haunts and such?
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